With Mother’s Day this coming weekend, I have reflected on the many ways I am grateful for my mom.
Like many mothers, she was loving and supportive. I know she sacrificed for me and my brother many times. There were times she worked two jobs. Times where she would work an overnight and, despite lack of sleep, be up for us the next day. It wasn’t always easy.
Not only did she sacrifice, she was always there. As a child, she was attended each and every extracurricular activity I participated in. She was there for every award ceremony, band concert and competition. While in college, she would send me care packages a few times a month and come down to visit regularly. Then after the car accident, she was my advocate ensuring I got the best health care possible. I accredit her persistence and unacceptable of “wait as see” as part of the reason I was able to recover beyond the doctors’ expectations.
I always knew she loved me. More importantly, I knew my parents supported all my gifts and talents.
As children, my brother and I had one responsibility: Education. My parents wanted us to do well in school and learn as much as we possibly could. We could learn through travel or clubs, reading or writing, volunteer work or jobs. It didn’t matter, as long as we were learning. My mom never encouraged or pushed me to choose one activity over another. Once I decided, she was behind it one hundred percent. She did her best to make the dream a reality.
That was the case when I expressed an interest in honing my intuitive gifts. At first, she responded with a big smile. Afterwards she expressed, from the time she heard the woman in my room, she knew intuition would be in my life one way or another.
To help me, she took me to classes. In fact, she attended many classes with me! Together, we discovered more about our spirit guides, how to read auras and about the different forms of intuition. But I wanted more. And when I found the Northeast Holistic Center for Healing and Psychic Development, my mother (and aunt) did not hesitate to facilitate the education. Every other week, they would make the forty-minute trek (back and forth) to the center so I could attend classes.
When I started doing this professionally, she assisted me. And she has continued to do so. With an office in East Aurora, she watches Baby Girl once a week to lessen the burden on us. And, upon publishing my book, she was one of the first people to pre-order it. She didn’t have to. I would have given her a copy… but she wanted to purchase it.
Every day, she demonstrates support.
One could say, that’s what moms do. And each mom, in their own way does. But, I like to think my mom is special and I’m grateful to have her support. Without her support, and her intuitive genes, I may not be where I am today.
Happy Mother’s Day Mom! And, to all the other moms out there.
When the time came to say good-bye to Daphne, my first baby, the universe aligned to ensure her brother Seamus would not be alone.
Seamus was our special needs dog. We adopted him in 2011 from Buffalo Pug and Small Breed Rescue. When he joined our family, he was about six years old. Prior to that, he lived his life at a puppy mill. From his demeanor and posture, our vet theorized that he was the stud and spent very little time outside of a small cage.
Being a mill dog and accustomed to being part of the pack, Seamus took to Daphne right away. She was the alpha dog and eased his transition into our home. Without her, even though from the moment he met me he was attached, I don’t know if our home would have become his. It took him a good year and a half to become comfortable enough to not feel the need to keep himself awake.
Knowing this, we worried how Seamus would handle the loss of Daphne. Especially since I was pregnant and a baby would be joining our family in a mere six months.
To make things easier on Seamus, we knew we needed to get another dog. Which, to be honest, was the last thing either my husband or I wanted to add to our pile while I was pregnant, but we reasoned it was the best thing for Seamus.
At the time, a puppy was out of the question. Neither my husband nor I (or Seamus) had the time or patience to house train a puppy or deal with a puppy’s energy. Plus, there are so many dogs out there that need a home, we decided to adopt. To find a dog to fit our family, I went on the Buffalo Pug and Small Breed Rescue website. Unfortunately, we knew we were also not in a position to manage another high-needs dog like Seamus and none of the dogs available for adoption at the time seemed to be a good fit. So upon the recommendation of our vet, I checked out Joyful Rescues, another non-profit animal rescue. And there was Rodney.
From the description, Rodney appeared to be a perfect fit. He was a pug, our breed of choice. He was ten years old, the same age as Seamus. And, he had come from a family with children. According to the website, the only reason he had been surrendered was because his previous family had gone through a divorce and could no longer provide for him. Not only that, he had JUST been surrendered and his profile posted that day.
I felt the universe was aligning. And the serendipities continued. When I called the rescue, I spoke to the founder who, having also recently lost her pet, was eager to make this match work. She encouraged me to fill out the application and we arranged to meet Rodney two days later. If we liked him, at that point we could take him home.
And we did. Rodney fit right in. So much so, that while adopting him people who walked by thought he was already part of our family. They thought Seamus was the one being adopted… I did mention he was our “special” guy.
A few days after adopting Rodney, we said good-bye to Daphne. Then a few months later, we welcomed our Baby Girl.
That was our family. The five of us. For several years.
Until this past fall, when we had to say good-bye to Seamus.
Rodney, unfortunately, was not been the same. A sadness came over him. Which we were warned of and we tried to manage by giving him extra love. We even started bringing him to my aunt’s on the days she watched Baby Girl so he wouldn’t have long days to himself. This seemed to help.
But, the inflammatory bowel disease, a chronic disease he has had since we got him, continued to worsen. Since his bowel movements became more and more unpredictable, we found it harder to bring him to my aunt’s and we could no longer allow him to sleep in bed with us.
And, he continued to steadily decline. He would refuse meals and treats, which for pugs is unheard of. He would stay in his bed in the kitchen instead of snuggling. He was having more bad days than good.
Watching his behavior, my husband and I saw the writing on the wall. We knew the inevitable was coming. He was nearly fourteen after-all. So we asked each other and ourselves, “Is he in pain?” “What is his quality of life?” “How will we know it is time?”
I shouldn’t have worried so much about these things. One day last week, I woke up to another mess in the kitchen. And while it wasn’t the worst we had seen, upon hearing Rodney’s stomach gurgle, I had the conviction that it was time. While he didn’t tell me, like Daphne did, I just knew.
The important things in life, you know. You don’t have to mull over them. That certainty sets in.
And that was the case with this situation. it was time. He went peacefully. We will miss him. At least we know Seamus was there waiting.
When I share that I wrote a book, most respond: “But you are so busy. How did you find the time?”
They are right. I am busy. I have a vibrant and active toddler that I am constantly running after. My business is thriving, due to the fact like any successful business owner not only do I spend time seeing clients but also attending to my media presence. As a home owner, there are always projects to be done. And, as a wife, daughter, and friend, I try to be there for my friends and family.
Amid all this, I did manage to write a book. How did I do it?
It’s quite simple. I made it a PRIORITY.
Penning One was not only something I wanted to do, I felt driven to do. I knew that if I didn’t write this book, I would have regrets and be disappointed in myself. With this in mind, I found the time. I dedicated time in my schedule for writing. I am not the type of person who could take an hour or two every day to write. I tried it and found that as soon as I got on a roll, time was up. I needed chunks of time to allow the words to flow. To allow for this, there were several weeks where I did not see clients. Instead, I wrote. Every Day.
During my writing weeks, my family rented homes and went away. Why did we do this? It limited the number of distractions. These homes were in quiet, serene locations. In fact, one had no cell service. I was not distracted by noises around us. But, I also wasn’t distracted by the day to day chores such as the load of laundry that needed to be done or the sink full of dishes. I also wasn’t distracted by the home improvement projects that could be done. All I had to focus on was writing. That was my job for the week.
With that intention, I was able to get to business. I averaged eight to ten hours of writing a day, getting up early and staying up late. Fortunately, in order to avoid burn-out, I was able to enjoy family time in the afternoon. We went to museums and to parks. Reinvigorated, I was able to go back and write some more.
Being a priority meant I had to invest more than just time, I invested money. It cost money to go away and write. And more than just the expense of the rental property. During those weeks, I didn’t see clients. Unfortunately, as a small business owner when I don’t work I don’t get paid.
In addition to the costs in time, there are costs in publishing the book. I was blessed to have found reasonable ways to manage a great deal of the costs, but I have contactors to pay such as a graphic artist for a book cover, and printers to have copies of the book made. Costs add up.
There is no guarantee any of that money will be recouped. It’s a risk. But you know what, it doesn’t matter. Writing the book isn’t about the money or fame it could bring. It’s about sharing knowledge. Giving Spirit a voice in another way. Accomplishing a dream. And for that, it was worth it.
The creation of this book was a dream, and I saw it through. That’s an important lesson about making dreams a reality. If you just dream it, it may or may not happen. If you want that dream to come true, you have to see your work through to the end. Even if you don’t know if at the end, the outcome will be what you want it to be. It’s not about the outcome after all, it’s about the journey.
The journey of writing One was fun. Can you say your journey been enjoyable?
If you saw my video, you know that in June I am releasing a book. One: Unleashing the Energy that Connects Us All.
There is A LOT of work that goes into getting that done. From the editing, to cover design and book layout, to press releases, scheduling a book tour and book launch… lots to consider.
All of which occurs amid my already crazy life of parenting, seeing clients, teaching, filming and trying to carve out quality time for my friends, hubby and ME.
Needless to say, it has been a hectic few weeks. The stress has allowed my Ego, which I discuss at length in One, to rear its ugly head putting the following doubts in my head: Is the book any good? Is anyone going to really care? Is the information of value to people? Are people going to pick it up and feel like they have wasted their time and money?
These fears are raised because I know I am biased. I’ve spent months writing and have put my blood, sweat, tears, heart and soul into the book. I’m proud.
But that’s me. And, my husband doesn’t count either.
To put these fears and the ego to bed, I was picky about who I chose as my first set of reviewers. I needed people that I trusted to be kind, and yet at the same time critical. I didn’t need someone to fluff my ego only to find out by the copy editor that it was a crappy book. But, I also needed someone to be gentle as the book has truly been a labor of love. Ultimately, I needed honest feedback.
These were the brave folks who were not only selected, but stepped up to the task:
These folks were the first to see it, other than my husband. It was in rough shape. But, I was excited to find they LIKED IT… THEY REALLY DID.
Now there were a lot of comments and questions. And work to be done, but less than I expected. After a job with a tyrannical boss who loved her red (sometimes green) pen, I was ready for the worst. But, I didn’t have that. In some ways, I think I may have been harsher than they were. After getting it back I decided to cut two whole chapters!! Don’t fret, they are going in my next book… or the one after that.
Their comments put the fear to bed for a little while. Long enough to make the edits and get it to the copy editor.
Now that it is in her hands and I’m waiting, the fear is creeping back in. What if the book isn’t needed?
Spirit worked to alleviate this fear over the weekend at the Find Yourself Retreat. Throughout the weekend, there was insightful conversations. These conversations, initiated by the group of ladies who were looking to Find Themselves, were all topics covered in my book!
It got to a point where I felt guilty saying, “it’s in my book!” I wasn’t there to sell the book, but the questions raised were those that I sought to answer. Finding intuition is really about finding oneself. And over the weekend when I struggled to come up with another reference that truly answered the questions they had, I realized there wasn’t one. At least not one that broke it down simply.
Made me realize, maybe there is a place for my book… maybe I’m not just overly proud of myself…. And maybe, there was a reason I was inspired.
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Last week I spoke about synchronicity and divine timing. I’m going to continue that conversation in this Blog as I’m a big believer that the universe conspires to “help” a girl out. This includes introducing us to the right people at the right time.
If you recall my Blog entitled, Lining Up the Help, you’ll remember the universe introduced me to the midwife that delivered Baby Girl. They also led me to New World Gifts and Awakenings.
Seems like the universe is conspiring again…
This tale starts a few weeks ago. In order to improve the quality of my YouTube videos, my husband purchased a new camera. At the time we weren’t thinking of doing 100 videos in 100 days, another coincidence? But it turns out, this purchase was rather timely… Perhaps a story for another day.
Returning from that tangent. With the new camera, my husband found some of our old equipment was no longer necessary or complimentary. To recoup some of the equipment cost (camera equipment is expensive!), he placed the extraneous items on Craigslist.
One by one, piece by piece, lenses, tripods, and adaptors sold. As he passed these pieces along, he chatted each new owner up to see what their plans for the equipment was. Through these conversations, he met interesting individuals. Including a graphic designer who is currently in his final semester at Buffalo State College.
Impressed with this young man’s work, my husband asked for his card (never know when you might need a good designer!). Not only that he shared the card with me. At the time, I was preoccupied and tossed the card into a pile, not giving it a second thought.
But that interaction sat in my subconscious… waiting.
Fortunately, it didn’t need to sit there too long. A couple days later, I had a moment of inspiration. In that moment, I realized I would need a graphic designer for a project I am working on. Not only that, I’d need one fast.
Which is where the problem came in. The woman I normally turn to is currently under the weather, so I’d need someone different. Where would I find someone?
That’s when I remembered my husband had met this individual.
Immediately, I hunted around the house to see if I could find his card. Sure enough, it was where I placed it. First thought, hmmm… I like this card. Good first impression.
I then went to look at his website. Nice clean lines. His designs fit my taste.
Liking what I was seeing, I had my husband schedule a meeting (which if you watch my videos, you saw in Day 17). After talking with him, we entered into a contract for which Joe is currently sketching ideas for my… have you guessed it yet? If not, you need to be following all my media… project. I should have sketches in hand this week.
To think, this professional relationship all came about by selling some equipment on Craigslist. Who would have thought?
Timing is everything. When a circumstance is meant to be, it will be. But it will happen in its time.
Such was the case in a situation I encountered recently.
The story starts with my daily routine. Before I go to bed every evening, I check my e-mail and calendar to get a sense of my schedule and to-dos for the next day. The other day, my last appointment of the evening rescheduled their session after the 24-hour reminder. Seeing this, I was slightly pleased as I would be done with my day a little earlier than expected giving me time to take care of other business which included writing this Blog.
I mentioned the cancellation to my husband who commented, “Dawn, if you want it to stay that way, you should block off the rest of the evening so no one schedules.”
By this point we were having this conversation it was a little after 10pm. My calendar closes out at midnight, at which point no new appointments can be scheduled. With that in mind, I shirked off his recommendation feeling assured that no one was going to book. If in the off chance someone did book, I assured him and convinced myself the appointment was meant to be.
With that in mind, I put away the technology, completed a few more chores and went to bed.
On days I’m in my East Aurora office, I try not to do any business until I get to the office and instead focus my attention to my daughter. Such was the case this day, which meant I didn’t look at my calendar until I got to the office. At which point I discovered my husband was right (Damn his intuition)! Someone snuck into the vacancy left by the rescheduled appointment, just under the wire.
I begrudgingly smiled to myself. As I told my husband, if someone booked it was meant to be.
And after an exchange with my last client, I was affirmed this was the case.
When she walked in, during the small talk before the reading I mentioned to her it must be her lucky day as the appointment had only just become available late yesterday. I smiled further when she responded,
“I KNOW! I’ve been trying to book an appointment with you for the past few months. But between your schedule and mine, it hasn’t been able to line up. That is until last night. I was thrilled when I saw the 8pm this evening. It was too good to be true! I would have been happy with 8pm next week!”
She continued that she was certain she must have been mistaken and kept checking her e-mail and phone all day just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.
But she was there, as were her loved ones and guides. It was the right time and they helped arrange the session. Had she checked my scheduler earlier in the day, the availability wouldn’t have been there. Or, had she waited until after midnight, she would have missed out on the opportunity. It is amazing how that works!
My father and step-mother live just north of Orlando. Not living near their only granddaughter, they are always itching to see her. As a result, each winter my husband, daughter and I go down to Florida to visit. It’s the perfect time… it’s not overly hot there and it’s usually cold and snowy here. A win-win.
While visiting Orlando this year, I noticed something I hadn’t noticed before. There are A LOT of psychics down there. Perhaps I noticed because I have been pondering extending my business into the Florida market. Or, because it is my industry. But I’m not kidding when I say I saw AT LEAST 25 unique psychic storefronts in strip malls throughout our travels around Florida.
I was happy to see the profession so strongly represented. But it struck me as odd as well. Here is why:
Lots of questions for me to ponder. Especially after a visit from my mother who is spending the winter on the Gulf Coast of Florida near Clearwater who not only noticed, but mentioned the SAME thing.
After consideration and a little bit of research, I’ve come to the following conclusions:
Overall, I’m torn over how I feel about all these shops. I love that individuals are operating so openly as it helps normalize intuition. I just hope and pray they are on the up and up to reinforce the positive nature of intuition and not leave a bad taste in a person’s mouth.
Additionally, if asked… I personally would not get a reading in one of these establishments, but that’s me. If I was to get a reading while visiting my folks in Orlando, I’d take the drive to Cassadaga or Elysian Fields or do a little research on the best medium in town. I tend to be fussy and look for the experience… I’m not sure these places would be that warm and fuzzy space I’d hope for. Then again, I could be surprised. <I’m not going to find out.>
Last week my family said goodbye to my dear Uncle Wayne. While he is no longer here on the earth plane, we all are taking comfort in the signs he has provided the family upon his arrival to heaven. Doesn’t mean we don’t miss him, but songs have played, electronics have gone off, the electricity has been wonky, and cardinals have arrived that we all take comfort in.
Many of these occurrences were discussed as we celebrated his life. As my husband chimed in on the conversation, he commented that my uncle as well as other deceased family members were gracing the festivities with their presence. He (and I) were a bit taken aback when a few family members were surprised to hear my husband is also a medium.
Why did this surprise them? And, why in turn was I then surprised they were surprised?
While I didn’t have an in-depth conversation with them, I assume they were surprised to find out my husband is a medium due to the common perception of what a medium is. They think of someone who is “gifted” (i.e. not the common Joe Schmoe). Not only that, that person (like me) sees and actively communicates with Spirit.
I know this perception is one my mother used to (and perhaps still does) have and probably wouldn’t announce to anyone that she is a medium. Why? Because she honestly may not believe she is a medium. She knows she is intuitive, but because she doesn’t see Spirit, except in shadow form sometimes, she doesn’t perceive herself as a medium. But she does feel and sense them.
She knows when Spirits are around. She has even cultivated that talent. However, unlike a “medium” who actively communicates with them, she ignores them. For the most part. She will scold them when they are giving her grief. She also reminds them of the “rules” when certain family members are visiting so those individuals aren’t bothered.
In my book, all that lines up to one thing, she is a medium. Much like my husband.
Do they talk to them like I talk to Spirit? No. But are they just as much of a medium, yes. EVERYONE IS A MEDIUM!!
Unfortunately, not everyone sees that… We see TV shows like the Long Island Medium or the Hollywood Medium, and these very talented individuals communicate with loved ones. They are the 1% and very talented. But mediumship is SOOOOOOOOOO much more than that. But, we don’t often see that represented. Even in my very open family where I preach that everyone is intuitive and a medium… they don’t always get it. Knowing that, I am saddened to think of the individuals who sneak out to see me because their family “wouldn’t approve.”
I’m setting out to change this perception. On March 8th, I launched 100 videos in 100 days on my YouTube Channel. That means now through June 15th, EVERY DAY, I will be posting a video demonstrating what it is like to be a medium. It’s not just talking to dead people. It’s talking to your guides. It’s following your intuition and gut instincts. It’s living a life of purpose.
Why am I doing it? Because I’ve found my purpose. And, it’s scary to say that if I do it right I very well may be out of a job because I want to NORMALIZE mediumship and intuition. I want each of you to realize there is the medium waiting in you to be awakened. Not only that, I want you to realize it’s not that hard to awaken it.
People want you to think it is. They either want you to see them as special for having the ability and as a result you must go to them for answers or to communicate with their loved ones. This boosts both their ego and pocket book. Or, they want you to think it is hard so you will pay good money to have your intuition awakened and come to them for classes.
But in all honesty, it’s not that hard. What made my husband such a good medium; because while he doesn’t see quite like I do, he has become very skilled; are a couple of things:
Those three things really are what makes him successful. Faith plays in… but faith and trust come when you have the rest.
So tune in… and see my life and how you can awaken your intuition as well.
In my last Blog, I discussed the challenges I as an intuitive face while staying at a hotel or rental property, as well as the steps I take to mitigate those challenges.
But what about staying with friends and family? Do I have to be psychically protected there?
ABSOLUTELY!! Perhaps to an even greater degree than while at a rental property.
Why? Here are a few examples:
As you can tell, instead of making strides to create sacred space like I do with a rental property, when staying with friends or family, I am protecting myself from their energies which are contained within the host’s sacred space, their home. This is not because their energies are bad, they are just DIFFERENT than mine and my family’s. By protecting, this is assisting in creating a balance. If you’ve ever had a roommate, you know how important this is.
To find this balance I offer you the following advice:
Those are my tricks. Since using them, travel has been a lot more fun and less draining. What tricks do you use?
I LOVE to travel. I love the thrill of seeing new places. Trying new foods. But more importantly, I love getting away from the daily grind. Away from the laundry and the dishes. The mile long to do list. When I am away, I FINALLY relax.
Travel, however, comes with its own set of challenges. From making the arrangements including hotel, flights and car if necessary, activities and food. And for me, the intuitive with an intuitive child, the unique challenge of psychic protection. I’ve got to make sure I am prepared to keep any ghosties and negative energy at bay.
Why? If I don’t… I can’t sleep. My daughter can’t sleep. My husband gets cranky. We all become drained. Which is NO FUN while on vacation.
To be quite honest, it isn’t because places are overly haunted. Yes, there is usually a Spirit or two. But my protective bubble lets the Spirit know, I’m not there to communicate. Most are respectful and leave me alone. If they are a little pushier, I just ask them to go away. No different than when I am at home.
What I do always need to remind myself to protect against is the energy of places.
In my home, I have established a sanctuary. It is laden with protective amulets. Each decorative element is purposely chosen to enhance the feng shui and bring a specific energy to the place. My husband and I smudge it frequently to remove negativity and infuse it with love and light. Not only that, we are picky about who we welcome into our home.
Hotels and rental properties, are not so picky. Anyone willing to pay the price of the room can stay. The energy is transient, always flowing just as guests come and go at their leisure.
The décor, is not chosen to be protective. Rather it is utilitarian.
As for, smudging… I always pray that the hotel has had a thorough cleaning, I’ll settle for that. Asking that it be smudged is asking for a little too much.
All that causes obstacles for the intuitive. Not only that, guests often bring (and leave) their emotional baggage at hotels. Think for a moment your last trip away for pleasure. Before the trip, you were probably excited to get away to relax. The trip provided an opportunity to leave your stress from work and the day to day life behind. I know that’s what I am usually thinking.
Although it is unlikely you left that stress at home. That stress, and the stress of travel, probably wasn’t released until you got to the place you were staying. And guess what, that energetic baggage stays there and builds up over time as it has no place to go. No windows to open to let it out. Many hotels are created in a square, so the energy goes around and round. With hundreds of rooms… the energy of a hotel can be stifling.
What do I do to counteract that? Well, first I address the sterile environment by stealing a few tricks from my step-mother. Whenever we go and stay someplace, she always brings a candle and buys fresh flowers for the room. This brings a little bit of a sense of home to the otherwise typical room.
Additionally, my husband and I have opted towards renting homes or condos. At the bare minimum, we rent a room with not only a bed but also a living space. Through sites like Airbnb and Homeaway, we’ve found amazing deals that have given us an entire home for the same price as a hotel room. This has been beneficial for the following reasons:
Finally, in addition to bringing our homey touches and staying at a rental property, I always bring smokeless smudge. My dear friend, Sue, created a wonderful line of sprays filled with intention, essential oils, blessed waters and crystals, that cleanse the air. I always have a stash on me. They work wonders!
These tricks work wonders while at a rental property. Stay tuned for my next blog for tips and tricks on how to stay protected while staying with friends and family.
Fifteen years ago today, my life changed forever. If you read my Blog, Hit on the Head, you recall I was in a significant car accident.
Fifteen years is really a LONG time. It’s a little less than half my lifespan. Soon, I will have lived more of my life after the accident than before. At this point the norm that was imposed on me by the accident, which includes but not limited to my inability to drive, is all I remember. At this point, remembering the Dawn I was before the accident, is hard. And yet, despite this extensive timespan and the memory lapse, the anniversary is always tough.
The dreaded anticipation of the anniversary begins each year after my January 22nd birthday. Each year, I tell myself this year the anniversary isn’t going to bother me. Again, 15 years is a long time. I should be over it already, shouldn’t I? But each year, it does bother me.
Each year the two weeks between my birthday and the anniversary goes a little like this:
This has happened each year. This year has been no different.
Desiring to break the cycle, this year I have done a great deal of reflection. And I realized something. Do the steps look/sound familiar to you? If you’ve taken an introductory psychology class they probably do. They are the five stages of grief.
Realizing I have been experiencing the stages of grief, initially I was confused. I didn’t die… I lived. What did I have to grieve? Upon further reflection, the accident was a mini death and my own Near Death Experience.
It was not a typical Near Death Experience as I don’t believe that my heart stopped and no one needed to resuscitate me, but it was my brush with death. For all sakes and purposes, I should have died that day. After being hit by three 18-wheeler trucks, sliding under one and having the top of my vehicle sheared off, and being buried by thousands of pounds for metal pipes, my survival was truly a miracle.
Unfortunately, my memory of the day is shoddy. The gaps, and there are many, have been filled in over-time with details provided by court reports, bystanders and newspapers. There are two memories I believe to be my own. First, I clearly remember a gold car and bright lights ahead of me. I also recall an impassioned desire not to die.
The bright lights occurred moments before the accident. As I recall them ahead of me, I perceived them to be a gold car shining their headlights brightly in front of me. From the accident reports and investigations by accident reconstruction experts, my account is faulty. While there were eight cars in the accident, none were gold. Additionally, I was hit from behind so I would not have seen bright lights ahead of me. I know this to be fact. Experts have testified to it. But I can’t shake the memory.
I’ve spent hours trying to reconcile the discrepancy between what I wholeheartedly hold to be true and the reality of the situation. After reading about Near Death Experiences where individual after individual recount a bright white light, I’ve begun to question… could this gold light I observed be a result of a Near Death Experience? Was my belief that it was a car and headlight a rationalization of the situation I was in?
I believe that is what happened.
Especially considering my next memory. Despite being a ping pong between multiple semi’s, the entire accident likely took less than a minute from start to finish. Fortunately, I don’t recall any of those details. All I remember is the desire, in every inch of my body, not to die. I remember reaching up to rescue workers insisting I was not going to die. I needed to come back.
Needed to come back from where? That I don’t recall… but from bystanders’ accounts, noise wasn’t heard from my car immediately. In fact, from initial assessments (mind you the car was buried and so they had no access to me), I was a goner.
I wasn’t a goner. And I was insistent I was going to live. In my moments of sadness, I remind myself of that. I honor my experience. And, I get through another year.
Hopefully with this self-awareness, next year will be easier!
In my last Blog, What it Takes to Become a Professional Medium, I spoke about the tactics I believe assisted me in having a successful business. It is my belief that by applying these tactics and sticking to it, anyone desiring moderate success in their business will achieve it.
And I wish for that success for my colleagues and students for I’m not going to lie, my work is incredible! Having the ability to touch individuals’ hearts and souls is amazing, I wish everyone had the opportunity to do that. But, I also realize that not everyone is cut out for that. Just like not everyone can be an all-star athlete or president, not everyone has the talent or ability to become a professional medium.
Unfortunately, over the last year I have seen several individuals take the leap from practicing mediumship to doing it semi-professionally, meaning it’s not a full-time job but they are charging money for a session, that in my opinion shouldn’t be.
Feeling guilty for holding this opinion, I did a lot of soul searching. I’ve asked myself, “Am I threatened? Do I worry they will take business away from me?” To which I can honestly say I’m not. I’ve also asked as many of these individuals have been students, “Do I have an ego, and do I want to keep people down to lift myself up?” And again, I can honestly say no. Then I asked, “Am I worried they will reflect poorly on me?” To this, I had to answer YES. Why?
The reason I worry it will reflect poorly on me is due to the feedback I’ve been hearing. I’ve heard:
Every time I hear feedback from individuals like this it makes me cringe. Why? Because these unprofessional and second-rate readers water down the field and cast a negative light on the profession. Many already hold the opinion that psychic mediums are con-artists. These individuals, even though I know are coming from the right place, perpetuate that belief. Which makes me sad.
Feeling this way, there are times I really want to say something to these individuals. Which I struggle with because I honestly believe that a person’s path will take them where they need to be. Is it my place to intervene? Or do they need to have the experience of reading professionally, even if it means being knocked down, to learn a lesson?
Unfortunately, I’m not God… so I don’t know. So, unless asked specifically, I have been keeping my mouth shut.
But here are some of my thoughts for those readers who reading this worry that I might be talking about them AND for anyone who has had a reading with second-rate reader.
If you are a reader just beginning to read professionally, be aware of your personal beliefs and attitudes. They do affect the reading. You as the reader are NOT always going to like the advice you may be giving an individual. And remember the reading is NOT about you. It’s about your client. If you find your reading is full of personal anecdotes, you really need to check in with yourself and your ego.
To the new reader, DO NOT argue with a client and insist that you are right and they are wrong. Even if you are sure a situation will work out a particular way, remember the client has free will. If they choose to apply what you are saying one way, you can encourage them to think of it in another way, but DO NOT argue with them. It will leave a bad taste in their mouth. And for the client, remember that no matter how much a reader insists upon something they are saying, ultimately you know yourself better. And more importantly, you have free will. In life, it is not the steps we make or the paths we take in life that are destined, it is the lessons we learn. Lessons can be learned in a multitude of ways.
If you are practicing as a medium, I encourage you to offer evidence to prove the existence of your client’s loved one. Don’t just say I have your grandfather and leave it. Describe the loved one. Their appearance, their voice, their personality, anything that loved one can provide you. My recommendation is 12-15 items. This is more than enough for the client to feel confident and trust you. If you don’t provide this, you could be telling them anything and they have nothing to assure you two really have connected. My advice to the client, be open to what the reader is saying. Their interpretation might not be exact. Remember that communication with the Spirit realm is a little like playing the telephone game.
If it is apparent that a client is not happy with the direction a session is going. Stop. Don’t continue to try to convince them you are right. Stop and offer to end the session and not charge them. Assure them it has nothing to do with them, but that you two may not be connecting. If you are the client and you are unhappy with the direction the reading is going, stop the reader and let them know you would like to end the reading. Don’t wait until the end, at that point the reader has spent their time with you and may not have realized you weren’t getting what they were saying. At this point it is frustrating to both of you. Stop them.
NOT A DESTINATION
For the new reader, remember that becoming a professional medium is NOT the end destination. You still have a lot of spiritual growth to do. I recommend you continue to take classes, read books, expand your mind. The more you learn, the better you can become. For the client, find out about the reader’s continued growth. If it appears they have stopped training, then they may have plateaued.
That’s my thoughts. Hope this helps both the new reader and the client.
As a teacher to many student mediums and healers hoping to take their skills to the next level and run a spiritual business, I often get asked, “Dawn, how did you become so successful? What’s your trick?”
I am honored they look up to me. I also feel blessed to be able to do what I do every day. And there really is no trick, but these are some of the reasons I feel as though I’ve had success in a tricky business.
First and foremost, I tell people that success doesn’t happen overnight. I have been reading professionally since 2007. That’s almost TEN years. I can’t believe it has been that long as it seems like just yesterday I did my first paid reading out of my mother’s living room. It also surprises many of my colleagues. They are aware I have been around for some time, but because I am still younger than many of them, they find it hard to believe I have been working my business that long. But I have. And, ten years gives the business a lot of time to grow.
At the beginning, my business didn’t support a full-time income. In fact, it wasn’t until a little more than three years ago, that I jumped into it with both feet. Prior to that, I juggled my business with a full-time job. In juggling the two, it was not uncommon for me to work 70-80 hours in a week between the two. I worked a lot. Fortunately, I was a little younger, didn’t have a child and had a lot more energy.
Now that I am established, I can pick and choose when I want to work and what environments I want to work in. I have stopped doing psychic fairs due to drama and intense hours, and have transitioned to regular office hours. This is made possible by the client base I created by doing many, many, many psychic fairs, renaissance festivals and Pagan Pride events. To participate in these events required a lot of time, travel, and patience… but I did it. For a long time, I took any gig I could get to get my name out there. I’m glad I did, it paid off.
There is the adage that you must give a little to get a little. In terms of business, to make money you must spend money. Starting a business is never cheap. There are overhead expenses such as space rental or fees to participate in events. If you participate in events, there are a lot of items you will need inclusive of: marketing materials such as business cards and pamphlets; décor to set you apart from other readers or healers; and, any materials you need for your craft. In addition, you will likely have equipment costs such as a computer. Add it all up and this can all be VERY expensive. Unfortunately, this money is not made back right away. In fact, many don’t make money on their first few events. Despite that, I have found that it is important to not go cheap. Patrons can tell if you are being cheap, and it can be a turn off.
If you become a professional medium, that means that you have a business to operate. Operating a business is not all fun and games. The time spent with clients is incredibly rewarding emotionally and by the fact that at the end of it you are paid for your services. But in addition to this time, hours and hours of time are spent on activities that are critical to keeping the business running that an individual doesn’t get paid for. A rule of thumb for small business is only 30% of time is spent providing a service, while 60% is spent on marketing and 10% on operations. In my business, the 70% of time is spent returning phone calls and scheduling appointments; marketing the business which includes scheduling Facebook posts, writing content for this Blog and a monthly newsletter, filming for my YouTube Channel, etc.; and, I must keep up with my bookkeeping and accounting. Many hours are spent each week doing this work. While it doesn’t equate to money in my pocket, I know it makes a difference because my clients comment on it.
If you have read my Blogs or watched my YouTube Channel, you know the strategic planner in me LOVES goals. And I credit them with my success. The goals I set give me milestones to work towards. Rather than spinning my wheels going into many different directions, I have a clear vision and focus on what will bring me success. I’m not a jack of all trades, master of none. Instead, I focus my energies towards becoming the best I can become in one realm.
I have the support of my family and friends. My friends and family opened their homes when I would travel for events early on. My mom and aunt babysit my daughter each week so I can see clients. My stepfather who upon hearing my dreams, for Christmas purchases a class to provide me with skills and steps towards being able to achieve it. My stepmom and my dad by proxy, follow everything I do on social media and whenever I participate in a podcast tune in. And most importantly my husband. He is my rock, without him I don’t know what I would do. He returns my calls for me, implements new technology such as my online scheduler to minimize the amount of work we have, films and edits my videos, drives me to all my events, and sacrifices his own career and personal success to see my business grow. I’m so fortunate to have so many people in my life that not only support me, but believe that what I do makes a difference.
And finally, I don’t want to dismiss the importance of luck. I have put a lot of work into my business, but I have also been incredibly lucky. There have been so many times where things have just fallen into place that have made the work easy. I am blessed.
An unusual trait the females in my family share is active sleep. On our best nights’ we toss and turn, wiggle and squirm. On the worst, we punch and kick. In addition to moving all over the place, we talk. A lot. We are even known to have full conversations while still sound asleep.
This trait starts early, often as night terrors, night mares and vivid dreams as young children. My mom vividly recounts a night when I came screaming into their room, sound asleep, frantic that a snake was chasing me. When my daughter started having night terrors a few months ago (yup this has been passed down to her!), the first time my aunt witnessed it she said it reminded her of the many nights my cousin arose with night terrors.
As I said, it runs in the family. I shouldn’t have been alarmed when it was passed down another generation to my daughter.
But, as a first-time mom, even being aware that it was likely she would exhibit these, after my daughter’s first night terror I did what most first-time moms do. I googled. I read article after article trying to get a better understanding of the cause and treatment of these alarming fits. The literature suggests these disturbances are often brought on by sleep deprivation and extreme tiredness, stress, fever, and sleeping in unfamiliar surroundings.
These factors made some sense. The night terrors did start occurring more frequently when my daughter decided she no longer needed an afternoon nap. Without her nap, she has probably been more sleep deprived. Additionally, every time she stays overnight at a family member’s she wakes them with her screaming fits as she remains sound asleep.
But, as we have been tracking her sleeping patterns, we have found the night terrors occur just as frequently on days she has had a nap as days she hasn’t. And the family member’s she sleeps at, she has been sleep-overs since she was three months old, have noticed the increase as well. And we know she hasn’t been having fevers, and I don’t think she has been under any undue stress. So I have sat back, scratched my head and pondered what else might be going on? Why else might she be having night terrors? And why might they be so prevalent in my family?
It got me thinking and wondering if night terrors might be linked to intuition. The literature suggests night terrors most often occur during stage 3 non-REM or delta sleep. This is the non-REM sleep stage where dreaming does occur. It is also suggested that during delta wave sleep, a person’s deepest sleep, that one’s body heals and the individual can access the unconscious mind.
This led me to more questions… could this active sleep and the dramatic night terrors be because she is intuitive? Is she interacting with the other side? Could she be astral travelling? If she is doing these things, why (at least from my perspective) are these experiences disturbing. Wouldn’t visiting the other-side be fulfilling. All sorts of questions arise. And unfortunately for these questions, the research and literature offers no answers other than the assurance that my child experiences no discomfort.
Left with no answers and lots of questions, I’ve turned to the tools my husband and I use and I offer my clients that experience sleep disturbances. And you know what? They’ve worked!! At least a little… so here are what we are doing:
Crystals – We have loaded her room up with crystals. Fortunately, she loves her rocks and is happy to have them in her room. Which crystals have we chosen? Quartz points in the window to disperse energy, hematite to ground her, rose quartz for nurturing and infinite for healing. In our bedroom, my husband and I have blue and black kyanite for dreams and to ease anxiety as well as a salt lamp. We have also been sure to remove all amethyst from her room, because while it is great for people that want to enhance their dreams those who are already experiencing dreams it can be worse.
Grounding & Centering Exercises – To assist her in being more grounded and centered, we have been teaching Baby Girl breathing exercises, meditation and yoga. While she doesn’t do any of these for any length of time, we are getting her in the habit of using them to calm herself and release stress. At this point they are fun, and honestly I think she likes to copy momma, but they must be having some effect.
Boundaries – Since Halloween, Baby Girl has recognized the difference between the living and Spirit. As she has been interacting with them, the sage advice my grandfather provided me with has been shared with her: “Acknowledge Spirit but then tell them to go away if you don’t want to be bothered.” She simply tells them, “Stop it.” And it works. We’ve reminded her she can do that at night.
Time for Spirit – I encourage my students to take time to communicate with Spirit every day, and if possible the same time every day. I do the same thing with my daughter. Every day we take a moment to connect with our loved ones that have passed be it my grandmother or grandfather, my husband’s father, my uncle and many others. By doing that, hopefully they won’t bother her as much at night.
These tools seem to be working. Our plan is to keep it up! Hope they work for you too!!
Dawn Lynn is an EveryDay medium. She lives and breathes via her intuition, which as a fourth generation intuitive from a family of Spiritualists came easily. Her abilities became apparent in early childhood and were cultured by a supportive family. Through her Blogs and Vlogs, she wants to help you become the EveryDay medium too.